Lucian's gaze held a steady intensity as he made a deliberate motion, bringing his wrist to his mouth. His sharp fangs elongated, glinting in the soft candlelight. With a swift, controlled bite, he pierced his own flesh, a small bead of crimson forming on his wrist.
Lily watched, her heart racing, as Lucian offered his bleeding wrist to her. The air crackled with a potent mix of desire and vulnerability, and her hands trembled with anticipation. She could hear the sound of her own breath, ragged and eager.
Lucian's voice was low and husky, filled with raw intensity. "Take my blood, Lily."
As their eyes locked, the unspoken promises between them hung in the air. With a mixture of trepidation and longing, Lily leaned forward, her lips parting in anticipation. The scent of Lucian's blood f
